My mom s an isfj. Yesterday i was told an old lady i liked died. I was saddened. She then went on about Hat happened and how she died, the precursor signs etc. I was like "mom. Please. Stop" (with the si list)
But she s good people. I like my mom. She can drive me nuts with her attention to "what is proper" but hey, she means well.

Our main source of conflict would be how she goes very very "si" under stress and tries to impose it on people close to her (part of her fe fuzzy bubble).
For example insisting i need to pack my things days in advance because it stressed her while i have never missed a plane (and was paying for the damn thing in the first place). It was to the point of harassement.

But moms are not exactly normal samples.

I dont really have isfj friends. I dont think im on their wave length. And if im not interested im just not. It doesnt make the person boring. Just as if im not attracted to someone it just means that.
Do i really have to repost that "offended vs. Offensive" comics?

Expression of the post modern paradox : "For the love of god, religions are so full of shit"

Theory is always superseded by Fact...
... In theory.

“I’d hate to die twice. It’s so boring.”Richard Feynman's last recorded words

"Great is the human who has not lost his childlike heart."Mencius (Meng-Tse), 4th century BCE

Did you know that nearly all interesting facts are 95% more likely to interest you than boring ones?

'One of (Lucas) Cranach's masterpieces, discussed by (Joseph) Koerner, is in it's self-referentiality the perfect expression of left-hemisphere emptiness and a precursor of post-modernism. There is no longer anything to point to beyond, nothing Other, so it points pointlessly to itself.' - Iain McGilChrist

Suppose a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?"
"Suppose it didn't," said Pooh, after careful thought.
Piglet was comforted by this.
- A.A. Milne.

They're only boring if you get more than one of them together and they start talking about their coupon/shopping shit. No joke, this conversation actually took place with two twenty-something ISFJs dudes that I know.

Otherwise they're good fun. Pleasant, socially competent people for the most part.

^^ your first paragraph above tends to represent any "boring" times I had with them. Or when my mom and I get together, and she just basically starts rambling through the mundane details of her day and the days of all the people she cares about. For me, it's like all this linear detail is being tossed out me without any real context or shaping or purpose, and it goes on and on... and I'm not even an auditory learner, really, I get bored easily when someone just talks and especially if the data is not structured.

The funny thing is that I only really found ISFJs boring when I was a teenager, but as I got older, I found them more interesting. I think that might have been a change in them, but also in me, where I was more interested in some of the things that used to bore me.

Also, some of my ISFJ friends can develop a really dour/dark sense of humor that I find amusing. I like their realism, and they tend to call things exactly as they are, on the detail level. And what's really neat is when the straight-laced ones end up doing things I did not expect. My ex, for example, surprised me by spontaneously doing things like shooting guns with friends, or getting into fast driving, or renting jet skiis. I love being surprised, when someone normally very constrained just cuts loose.

In general I find them loyal and dependable and considerate and not ones to make conflict just to be contrary; and I typically know if I need them to do something, it will get done and done as well as they can do. I like that stability and consistency.

Originally Posted by AffirmitiveAnxiety

Did you know that nearly all interesting facts are 95% more likely to interest you than boring ones?

I find that the boring facts are 82% more likely to bore me than the interesting ones.

"Hey Capa -- We're only stardust." ~ "Sunshine"

“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.” ~ H.P. Lovecraft

I find that the boring facts are 82% more likely to bore me than the interesting ones.

Source?

Originally Posted by EcK

all seems very subjective to me

'One of (Lucas) Cranach's masterpieces, discussed by (Joseph) Koerner, is in it's self-referentiality the perfect expression of left-hemisphere emptiness and a precursor of post-modernism. There is no longer anything to point to beyond, nothing Other, so it points pointlessly to itself.' - Iain McGilChrist

Suppose a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?"
"Suppose it didn't," said Pooh, after careful thought.
Piglet was comforted by this.
- A.A. Milne.

“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.” ~ H.P. Lovecraft

'One of (Lucas) Cranach's masterpieces, discussed by (Joseph) Koerner, is in it's self-referentiality the perfect expression of left-hemisphere emptiness and a precursor of post-modernism. There is no longer anything to point to beyond, nothing Other, so it points pointlessly to itself.' - Iain McGilChrist

Suppose a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?"
"Suppose it didn't," said Pooh, after careful thought.
Piglet was comforted by this.
- A.A. Milne.

“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.” ~ H.P. Lovecraft